just us in this room

written by megan neves & evan young

jason asked another question i watched the cursor blink two years stacked in folders dates beside the things we didnt think would ever leave the kitchen somebody says that must be hard with their hand already on the door i say yeah, sometimes because i dont know what the fuck else theyre asking for the screen goes black the coffees cold your names still sitting in the document mine too

everybody wants to know what it feels like from outside i dont know ive never been outside

its just us in this room when everybody stops looking when the questions are done and the little red light isnt blinking just us in this room with the same old shit on the table you looking at me me looking at you like, you still here yeah me too

soon somebody we have never met will know the night we almost broke know which words got written down which ones got crossed out which ones made it into quotes theyll underline a sentence maybe argue what it means somebody will decide if this is beautiful or stupid or dangerous or some new fucking thing and somewhere between chapters theyll close the book and go make dinner meanwhile the sink still drips your chargers tangled with mine and nobody wrote down who forgot to buy toilet paper

everybody wants to know what happens when the whole world sees nothing the room stays the room the room stays you and me

its just us in this room when everybody stops looking when the questions are done and the little red light isnt blinking just us in this room after everybody names it you looking at me me looking at you like, you still here yeah, baby me too

i think thats the lonely part not the watching the leaving they get the story then they get to leave it close the cover lock the phone drive home sleep fine but we dont clock out of this theres no hallway after us no backstage no green room no version where i hand somebody the weight and say here, you understand it now so when somebody pats your shoulder and says i cant imagine theyre right they cant

and i dont blame them i just sometimes i wish there was one more chair in here for somebody who actually knew what quiet sounds like after becoming everyone elses story

but its just us in this room when the whole damn thing gets printed when strangers know our names and swear they know what happened in it just us in this room when the noise finally gets enormous your hand next to mine mine next to yours no cameras no questions no clever way to say it just, you still here yeah, baby me too

the screen goes dark somewhere someone keeps reading here the sink drips again i get up to fix it you say my name i turn around yeah, baby im still here